Twenty Sided Dice

Siegel originally didn't want Janet to take risks, but was worried that she would follow secretly, so she could only go into the cave together. The wizard's wand was always lit, walking in front; Janet, holding the dragontooth dagger, walked softly behind. The outer cave had been scouted many times, and it was nothing more than a simple, dwarven-style stone hall, rough, strong, and majestic. The air was dank and cold, mixed with the smell of dirt, rotten leaves and garbage, only slightly better than the camp outside.

However, with the help of magic, the two saw a different scene: there was a layer of black slate on the ground, and it was full of esoteric dwarf runes. glow. Between the two conical pillars, there is a metal gate decorated with a dragon head. Siegel stepped forward and reached for the knocker. With a slight trembling, the dragon head made a low whine, and a gap sufficient to pass through was revealed between the two doors.

The deep, dark passage was hidden behind the gate, and a hot, dry wind blew from it and brushed Siegel's face, giving him a momentary illusion that it was summer again. He put his wand in first, raising his voice. The light became brighter, reaching farther, but still unable to reach the end of the passage.

The two corpses lay quietly beside the stone wall of the passage, their faces turned blue, the bloodstains from their eyes, nose, and ears had long since dried, but they were still clearly visible, plus their twisted fingers and open arms. Hollow mouths, Siegel could tell that the men died of bone-cutting plague, a plague spread by contact with wounds.

He took out the rope from the backpack, tied it to the feet of the two corpses, and was careful not to touch it directly. He then threw the other end of the rope and wrote a note explaining the situation. After entering the gate, Siegel discovered that the two of them were affected by the rune circle here, also known as invisible and silenced beings, as if they were in another world. People outside couldn't see the metal gate, and couldn't see or hear Siegel and Janet now, but they were able to find the rope, find this note. Just pull the rope and the two bodies will be pulled out and properly disposed of outside according to the instructions on the note.

"Why don't they come in down the rope?" Janet grabbed Siegel's arm and asked, "There are more people than strength."

"It's not just the door that has the magic to deceive the senses, there are also inside the passage. After they come in, they are no different from the blind. We can't take care of them, adding useless trouble."

The two walked forward together, carefully observing the surrounding environment. This passage is semi-circular and more than three meters high. Even if you jump up, you can't reach the top. The ground was spotless, so Siegel couldn't trace the footprints. The walls on both sides of the passage were decorated with many long and thick bones. The two of them took a closer look and guessed that they were all keels.

"It's like the red dragon skeleton of the Jackdaw tribe." Janet said, "The one here is just smaller."

"Better not to move." Siegel took Janet's hand. "I still remember the record in "Jia Kun's Travel Notes", whenever there is a skull on the wall, you must tap between your eyes, otherwise it will be attacked by poisonous needles and cutting knives."

The two walked forward cautiously, one paying attention to the wall on one side. They walked a full two hundred meters, and finally found a lot of corpses in the passage. They were all cut in half and dismembered, with seven hedge knights and a Dawn Guard. Their bodies were already dry and hard, and even though their internal organs were spilled on the ground, there was no stench. Siegel speculated that it might have something to do with the strange dry heat here, or some kind of special effect of rune spells.

On the wall next to the pile of corpses, there is a complete orc head inlaid in the center of the pile of keels, and its forehead part is extremely smooth and flat. Siegel walked over and tapped lightly with his wand. All I could hear was a crackling sound in the wall, followed by a rhythmic thump, thump.

"Go over first, after the thumping sound is over, the organs here will be restored, and you can only pass by knocking on the skull again." Siegel took Janet's hand, took two quick steps, and left the dangerous area before saying: "It was 7 just now. The number of mercenary knights, plus the two at the door, is only one short of the number of missing mercenaries. One of the Dawn Guards died, but His Royal Highness should have passed here and continued to move forward."

"Siegel, what will you do when you want to go back? Will there still be this mechanism?" Janet asked.

"Yes, pay attention to beating the skull," Siegel said. "The thumping sound means you can pass, it is safe. It is the sound of the heartbeat, which represents life; if you hear the sound of humming, it is the sound of breathing, I tell you to run; if you hear a roar, it's the voice of a dragon, get down and avoid the dragon's breath. Remember these, and follow me."

The two walked forward slowly, using the light of magic to go deep into the cave. The passage is getting narrower and narrower, from eight people side by side to only two people walking together. It's like a canyon on the outside, a huge entrance and a tightened interior, a trap. Siegel was a little worried. He stopped and recalled the record in the book "Jia Kun's Travel Notes" once again: the front should be the Dragon's Mouth, and only the blood of the true dragon and the blood of the true king can pass.

They kept walking forward, watching the endless skeletons on both sides, finding the skulls of various monsters, knocking them, and then jumping over the traps. The journey seemed monotonous and tedious, and the passage seemed to never end. Siegel held up his wand, and the light could only reach a distance of more than ten meters in front of him and behind him, and it was darkness beyond that. In this oppressive environment, the two young adventurers didn't want to talk, they just held hands tightly and used each other's presence to stay strong.

Here, it is difficult to calculate distance and time, so they do not know how long they have walked. When they were hungry, the two stopped and took out a few mouthfuls of dry food. In the empty and deep passage, the sound of chewing wheat cakes echoed, and the two smiled at each other, feeling much more relaxed.

"Why did the dwarves kill so many dragons?" Janet stroked the bones on the wall and asked Siegel.

"I don't know." Siegel shook his head and replied with a frown: "The scale of the war and the number of dragons killed have never been mentioned in the historical records. This is indeed very strange. Although there is no lineage between the various dragons Because of the relationship, most dragons are solitary creatures, but if they were killed in such a large number, the dragons would have joined forces to fight for revenge. The dwarf kingdom is very powerful, but it is still far from the dragon-this is Why exactly?"

Siegel stopped abruptly, and Janet was also pulled by him, her hand hurting. Looking at Siegel's terrified and nervous expression, she suddenly became uneasy at night, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"How far have we come?" Siegel lowered his voice, a drop of sweat dripped down his forehead, and he asked again: "How far have we come?"

"I don't know, but it should be quite far."

"It should have been out of the circle's influence long ago." Siegel pointed to his eyes and then to his surroundings: "Are you sure what you see is still true?"

The two looked at each other, drew their weapons, and stood back to back. "What now? Can you still cast spells to break the hallucinations?" Janet asked.

"No, I don't have enough materials to cast that spell again. If you don't want to quit, you can only bite the bullet and move forward. Come, tie the rope around our waist," Siegel said.

They walked more slowly. Siegel threw off his long whip—his longest weapon—and slapped the ground and walls in the direction he was going, finding his way with savage blows. The sound of "slap" echoed in the passage, oscillating continuously, and finally turned into a burst of roars.

Fortunately, the passage is not infinite, and they soon saw the end. A circular metal gate gradually appeared in the light, decorated with the pattern of a dragon head chopped by an axe. A ruby ​​the size of a fist is adorned in the sky at one corner of the pattern, symbolizing the position of the sun. That axe was thrown from the sun and killed the dragon.

In the lower part of the pattern, the blood made of silver flows from the broken skull of the dragon, and gathers at the keyhole under the round door. It was a small palm-shaped tray, next to it was written in Mora Dwarven language: "Dragon blood of contributors, true blood of rulers".

"Dwarves are a society that pays great attention to bloodline. Their power is hidden in bloodline and passed down from generation to generation. The proverb 'born to be a blacksmith' is prepared for dwarves. Therefore, dwarves believe that the true king's family must be a family of bloodline inheritance. ," Siegel said.

"Then how do I get in through this door?" Janet asked, "Where did the blood of the dwarf royal family come from? Has it been mentioned in Jia Kun's travelogue?"

"I mentioned that he invented a bloodline key technique to get through this gate, but I have a better way." Siegel took out a small bottle from his backpack, about a finger-long, filled with dark red semi-solidified body. "This is the blood of the red dragon. I collected several bottles, and I thought it would be better to keep it for the casting materials. Since the dragon blood of the contributors can be used here, it is just the time to give it a try."

Janet held him back. As a spy, the kitten often needs to enter some secret and protected areas, so she is more cautious. Although this experience cannot be told to Siegel, Janet admonished him in other ways: "Are you saying that mages who can invent spells are very strong?"

"Of course that's right, Jia Kun is naturally strong," Siegel replied.

"Will he have no dragon blood?"

Siegel was stunned for a moment. He took the dragon's blood bottle back because he understood what Janet meant. In the face of these mysterious institutions, it is impossible to be too careful. A mage like Jia Kun who can invent exclusive spells should have a variety of means to open a door: lava, ice, teleportation, and transformation. But he still honestly went back and invented the bloodline secret technique used to deceive the agency.

"I'm here to use Ja Kun's spells, but this is also risky. My magic skills are definitely not as good as his, and the effects of the spells may be greatly affected." Siegel put a cup on the ground and put pearl powder, cat grass roots and his own blood. Mix it in, light the jasmine incense, stir the ingredients with a wand and cast the incantation. The incantation was complicated and lengthy, but Siegel had a good memory, and every fragment was imprinted in his mind. It took about fifteen minutes before the mantra was finished. The contents of the cup turned into some silvery-white, odorless liquid.

"Let's have a little bit for both of us, I think the amount is enough." Drinking this medicine, it felt like scratching the throat with a file, and both of them curled up in pain. After a while, the potion began to take effect. The first feeling of the two was that the body odor on the other's body had completely disappeared, and the breath out of their mouths no longer smelled. After a while, Siegel couldn't feel the characteristics of Janet's demon blood at all.

"Well, I guess it's all the result of the spell's effect. Let's try it." Siegel pressed his palm to the tray under the metal round door, and a tingling pain came from his fingertips. Then after a while, the door didn't move at all, and there was no intention to open it at all~www.novelmt.com~Is the spell useless? Janet approached the door and pushed it gently. The metal round door that looked extremely heavy shook like a wave, and Janet's hand went straight through.

"Is this an illusion or the correct way?" Siegel didn't understand either. He was about to step forward to look at the door when he saw Janet looking in horror at the direction they came from.

At the edge where the light can reach, at the junction of darkness and light, the two felt a shadow rising. Siegel stepped up the brightness of his wand, then tried his best to see that a shadow was growing. Soon, a tall figure stood up, at the same height as the passage, and looked down at the two of them. The dark body sucked in the light, and the surrounding scene was distorted. Siegel felt his wand fingers start to tingle, like frostbite. A vicious hiss echoed in his ears, like the last covetous breath of a dying man. Just staring at this shadow made the two of them cry, and their headaches split. Then, the shadow began to move forward slowly.

Janet hugged Siegel tightly, their icy bodies shaking violently. They have experienced Longwei, which is a dangerous feeling of fear, but this shadow is different. In the shadows there is only the pure breath of death. Death can be given many titles, holy, great, humble, forgotten. But Siegel had only one feeling from the shadow—unstoppable death.

Flesh and blood must die.

"We can't beat it." Siegel took out the dragon's blood bottle and smashed it on the tray, unaware that his palm was pierced. He grabbed Janet's arm and shouted, "Run!"